Written Art – The Flaneur

So long

So long It’s been so long since we last spoke. Since you last asked me what I ate for dinner. Since you last told me to remember my house key. Since I last […]

A notecard, tucked in your back pocket.

I love the way you dance around this, delightfully like a pearl-soft, peach-with-the-skin-on secret. I love all the little words tumbling down, carefully like beads of snow or capsules of fire. I love it nearly […]